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Scarlet shoved Roland hard with both hands He stuet in between them Émilie screamed and fell back onto a table in her effort to keep Roland fro like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to s to end up just like the old--"

Table legs screeched against tile and then the fighter had one hand wrapped around Roland’s neck, lifting hihter, unconcerned, held Roland aloft like he was nothing aped, the edge of the bar digging into her stohter said in his quiet, even tone

A gurgle slipped out of Roland’s round

"Hey, let hi to kill hirabbed an iron bar for as o and pulled back for a punch, but as soon as he swung, the fighter’s free hand caered back fro a tattoo of nonsensical letters and nuhter’s forearry, but now there was also the tiniest bit of amusement in his expression, like he’d just rearound, si hiht his balance on a stool "What’s wrong with you?" he choked out, rubbing his neck "Are you so disrespectful"

"Disrespectful?" barked Roland "You just tried to kill h the swinging doors "What’s going on out here?"

"This guy’s trying to start a fight," someone said from the crowd

"And Scarlet broke the screens!"

"I didn’t break theh she wasn’t sure who had said it

Gilles surveyed the dead screens, Roland still rubbing his neck, the broken bottles and glasses littering the wet floor He glowered at the street fighter "You," he said, pointing "Get out of htened "He didn’t do any--"

"Don’t you start, Scarlet Howtoday? Are you trying to get me to close"Maybe I’ll just take back the delivery and we’ll see how your custo the bar, Gilles snatched the cable out of Scarlet’s hand "Do you really think you’re the only working farm in France? Honestly, Scar, I only order froiveback the frustrated rerandmother wasn’t here anymore so maybe he should just order from someone else if that’s what he wanted

Gilles turned his attention back to the fighter "I said get out!"

Ignoring hihter held his hand out to Éainst a table Her face was flushed and her skirt was soaked through with beer, but her gaze gloith infatuation as she let herself be pulled to her feet

"Thank you," she said, her whisper carrying in the uncanny silence

Finally, the fighter o, but I haven’t paid for lasses as well"

Scarlet blinked "What?"

"I don’t want yourinsulted, which came as an even further shock to Scarlet, who had only ever heard Gilles co hihter’s pale eyes darted to Scarlet, and for a moment she sensed a connection between them

Here they were, both outcasts Unwanted Crazy

Pulse thruht people for a living--or perhaps even for fun She wasn’t sure which orse

Turning away, the fighter dipped his head in what aly and shuffled toward the exit Scarlet couldn’t help thinking as he passed that despite all signs of brutality, he looked no

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Scarlet pulled the bin of potatoes out fro it with a thud on the floor before lugging the crate of tomatoes on top The onions and turnips went beside it She’d have to rier than anything So rabbed the handles of the lower bin and hoisted the?" Gilles said fro these back"

Heaving a sigh, Gilles braced hiainst the wall "Scar--I didn’t mean all that out there"